Li Yuanxi and Ye Ziyu walked above the ruins of the palace, looking at the ruins and broken walls at their feet.

Ye Ziyu couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "How many things have risen and fallen, and the country is unbearable to look back at the moonlight."

Li Yuanxi held a large array in his hand, Bai Mang had not lit up for a long time, and the mood of the two gradually relaxed.

The killing in the city seems to have stopped, and the subsequent reconstruction work is not something they need to worry about.

Ye Ziyu, who was walking in front, seemed to suddenly remember something, he gently put down Xiao Ning on his shoulder, and then stopped to stare into the distance, as if there was murderous intent in his eyes.

Li Yuanxi, who was behind, asked a little strangely, "Xiao Yezi, what's wrong?"

After speaking, he looked at Ye Ziyu's line of sight with some curiosity, and when he noticed the slightest hint of non-existent aura.

Li Yuanxi's expression changed, and he snorted coldly: "Sneaky, I really think I am a character!"

Ye Ziyu was silent, but the cold glint flashing in his eyes revealed the waves in his heart.

On the outskirts of the city, he rode on a horse and followed He Zhangwen, who urged the large army to return to the camp.

At this time, I suddenly felt a wave of sleepiness coming, and I couldn't help but close my eyes, and when I opened them again, I found that the black-armored army in front of me had disappeared out of thin air.

There was only a white expanse in the eyes, and the jade plate on He Zhangwen's waist emitted a faint green glow, and when he looked down, he found that there was an additional figure in front of him.

The person who came was handsome and close to the demon, and the young man looked like a white shirt, with an indescribable fairy demeanor.

He Zhangwen couldn't help asking, "Where is this? Who is the gentleman?"

The young man was Yang Mingxuan, and he only heard him smile faintly: "None of this matters, you don't need to know who I am, I came to see you just to ask you a question."

He Zhangwen was slightly stunned, and then smiled, "Excuse me."

"Do you want to be emperor?"

He Zhangwen's eyes froze, staring at Yang Mingxuan, as if he wanted to see something unusual from this mysterious person.

But in the end, he was disappointed, Yang Mingxuan's face still had a faint smile, and there was no change in his expression in the face of his sharp gaze.

After a while, He Zhangwen let out a sigh of relief, and a blazing flame ignited in his eyes.

He stood on horseback and looked at Yang Mingxuan condescendingly.

laughed loudly and said, "Ninety-Five, of course I want to do it, this position belongs to me!"

Seemingly dissatisfied with He Zhangwen's arrogance, Yang Mingxuan frowned, and then a cold snort came from his nose.

The invisible fluctuations swept towards He Zhangwen in an instant, and He Zhangwen only felt like a wild beast attacking in an instant, and the hairs on his body stood up.

With a muffled bang, a turquoise light curtain enveloped He Zhangwen in it, and Yang Mingxuan's methods did not work.

At this moment, even Yang Mingxuan's face changed, and he stared at the jade plate on He Zhangwen's waist with some strangeness.

When he saw the pattern of the jade plaque, a ray of light suddenly flashed in Yang Mingxuan's eyes, but he didn't choose to make another move.

Instead, he whispered, "You're very lucky to be able to get this jade medal."

He Zhangwen gently held the jade plate on his waist and felt the cold touch from the jade plate.

He was not annoyed by Yang Mingxuan's action just now, because He Zhangwen could vaguely guess that the young man standing in front of him was by no means an idle person, and just the means of this dream space was really a fairy spell.

In this world where monks are honored, whether it is a dynasty or an empire, the pillars that support the edifice are always those monks who have great magical powers.

He Zhangwen wants to compete in the world, and with his ingenuity and current foundation, he is the person with the best chance of ascending to the throne of the emperor in the entire Liang Kingdom.

But He Zhangwen also has a fatal shortcoming, in his camp, there is a lack of a master who can really suppress the scene. :

It's like Yu Yang in the Yu royal family, Wang Dingzhou of Tiangang Temple, etc., a foundation builder or a martial artist in the Five Realms

The deterrent power cannot be replaced by anything else.

In Liang State, only a master of this level can be called a real top class.

Characters like He Zhangwen are inevitably limited by their lack of understanding of the Tao.

He also thought that the young man in front of him was a foundation building monk, and now the chaos of the group of heroes was about to begin, and the foundation building masters also bet one after another.

He Zhangwen wants to win over such a figure, but he will not be a puppet manipulated behind the scenes, he wants to be the real emperor and the founding king.

Yang Mingxuan glanced at He Zhangwen disdainfully, and said softly, "I know what you're thinking, but my identity is far from what you can guess."

He Zhangwen was about to speak, but Yang Mingxuan waved his hand again and said, "You are a smart person, this is undeniable, but a frog who has been staying at the bottom of the well, no matter how good he is, is still just a frog at the bottom of the well in the final analysis."

He Zhangwen was speechless for a long time after hearing this, he still knew something about the vastness of this world.

The Liang State is more than 30,000 miles long, large and small, and there are tens of millions of people in large and small states and counties.

Thinking of this, He Zhangwen suddenly said, "Are you from the Great Han?"

Yang Mingxuan smiled slightly and flicked his fingers lightly.

A thin layer of mist suddenly shrouded the periphery of the white dream space, isolating the outside world.

Outside the world, He Zhangwen's body is still sitting on horseback.

Liu Feng, Izumoko and others were surrounded around, even Liu Feng didn't notice He Zhangwen's strange appearance, and when everyone saw that he didn't speak, they only thought that he was tired from running all the way and didn't have the strength to speak.

Li Yuanxi, who was in the ruins of the palace, sneered: "The old boy is so dishonest, he is restless when he is incarnated, he really thinks that this is his Qingyun Sect!"

Ye Ziyu's expression gradually calmed down, Xiao Ning lay quietly at his feet, and his furry ears made Ye Ziyu feel very warm.

He bent down and hugged Xiao Ning into his arms, and the killing intent in his eyes had completely subdued.

Ye Ziyu asked with a strange expression, "Lao Li, didn't you say that monks can't interfere with the rise and fall of the dynasty? Who made this rule? It doesn't look very solid."

Li Yuanxi's old face turned red and scolded, "You know a fart! This rule is set by our Confucianism, if the luck of humanity is really messed around with these bastards, the beasts of the demon clan have already beaten them by now."

Ye Ziyu smiled and said, "This Yang Mingxuan is going to smash the pot of our dinner in front of you, you say this."

"Tsk, if it were me, I wouldn't be able to bear it anymore, it would have to be you Lao Li."

Li Yuanxi's expression was indifferent, and he said softly, "Smash our pot? I don't think he's worthy!"